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The next day had come and Dib made his way to school, still sour. He forgave Zim for many things. Breaking an occult antique? He brushed it off after an hour of sweeping up shards and mourning for it. Embarrassing him in public? As if he had a reputation to lose. Giving no regard for most things? Just a personality flaw, sometimes a quirk.
Dib didn't ask much of him. He was accepting, he liked to believe. Being a youth in the LGBT community would require that, he'd think. Remembering one day was all he stressed importance about, because that would be the day away from all of the aggravating and ignorant people in his life. Just Zim and him, ogling at each other if they damn well felt like it.
That day didn't happen though, and he had to face Monday. A new problem he had to pick up with dating Zim was the taunting and aggression because kids at school feared what they didn't understand, and the teachers glanced away because bringing together an anti-LGBT harassment movement would cost time and money they didn't have, nor would want to give up.
As a result, he was pushed around and called a faggot more than enough times. He walked into the building and someone in the halls stopped him, starting to down talk him. The topic drifted to Zim, and Dib growled softly in response, snapping. He grabbed the bully's shirt collar so the kid's face was at eye level.
"You don't know shit about Zim. The only person that gets to give him a hard time is me. You have no right to judge us for being who we are, you selfish prick." He snarled, slapping the child hard across the face. "Now go to class." He added forcefully, shoving the kid forward, then turning sharply, his black coat rippling with the turn, stepping over to his classroom.
He usually didn't have the mental strength to do that, and he probably still didn't have the physical strength, but since the usually easy-going boy when it came to teasing lost his cool, the person who confronted him was probably just stunned stiff. Next time Dib wouldn't have such an easy time if he wanted to fight back.
He probably wouldn't, but today, nothing was going to mess with him. Zim strolled into the classroom, but made a beeline to his seat, not looking at Dib. He minded his own business, and the one time that Dib looked over at him, Zim bent his eraser back and forth in his fingers, staring at it intently like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
By the end of the day, word had gotten around about how aggressive Dib had been that day. Zim would have noticed that himself, but he was too busy being as far away from him as possible, not having a plan on what to do completely made out quite yet. He felt guilty and responsible for it.
After school, Zim saw Dib trudging back home, and caught up to him, grabbing his shoulder, voice leaving him before a single word could come out. Dib looked over his shoulder at him. He would have flat-out punched him if he didn't recognize it was a three-fingered hand immediately. "What?" He bit down coldly on the t.